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The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

This bundle includes all eight books in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series. The series follows the story of Claire Randall, a nurse from 1945, who is mysteriously transported back to 1743 Scotland during the Jacobite Rising. There, she meets and falls in love with Jamie Fraser, a Scottish warrior. The series weaves historical events with romance and adventure, exploring themes of love, loss, and the complexities of time travel. more

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Diana Gabaldon
Diana Gabaldon

Diana Gabaldon is a renowned American author, best known for her historical fantasy novel series 'Outlander'. Her works blend elements of history, love, adventure, and science fiction, captivating readers worldwide. more

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“It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.”

“Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.”

“In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.”

“I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.”

“Perhaps this is how girls fall -- not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply are kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not?”

“To say! To know how to say! To know how to exist via the written voice and the intellectual image! This is all that matters in life; the rest is men and women, imagined loves and factitious vanities, the wiles of our digestion and forgetfulness, people squirming — like worms when a rock is lifted — under the huge abstract boulder of the meaningless blue sky.”